I'm 7½ years old again. I'm camping in the middle of a forest somewhere far far away from civilization. It's past midnight, I'm horribly lost, like Wrong Toin At Albuh-koiky Lost, it's now pouring buckets which is one step down from raining frogs, I'm soaked to the bone and freezing to death, ill dressed for this weather because it's all packed neatly into the truck that was supposed to be meeting me at my destination. I've only just finished pitching my tent, in the muddy, puddle-ridden ground, by the headlights of my car with nothing but a Phillips screwdriver.

Okay, okay. I'm just sitting cross-legged in bed with my head holding my comforter up and tapping away on my laptop. The wireless connection is surprisingly stable. I thought it would be a bit wonky because I'm two floors away from the router =P But Husband Guy just came upstairs and laughed at me and called me a silly head, so that's the amount of fun I'm having =)

Ever since I got my wireless enabled laptop, I've settled in the dining room as my workspace, at the end of a long table with ovalled ends. I'm there instead of in the computer area where we used to be. It's also closer to the bird's cages where I sit during the day.

Almost every day, I'll get into a "conversation" with the birds from my seat. My brain somehow decides for me that the house is too quiet and I'll randomly whistle or twitter a nonsensical tune as I'm reading or doing something.

Those two LOVE it when I start talking. They'll answer back enthusiastically. I think they're hoping that it means I'll come over and take them out to play. Skippy does sharp single chirps at the top of her lungs that are more like barking. Sid does short but multi-note phrases.

I say something, they say something. I say something, they say something. And back and forth it goes. I continue these conversations almost unconsciously. I have no idea what I'm saying. I hope I'm not spouting hate propoganda, but there's no way for me to tell, really.

But because I have these conversations unconsciously, I've been known to do it in an environment where the birds aren't even around. There have been times when it's really quiet in the office at Work and I'll suddenly start twittering, out of habit. X}